Everyone is literally urinating themselves over this tablet that Apple better come up with on Wednesday, if they know what's good for their stock price.[1. If you aren't aware of the shenanigans, A Bigger Piece of Glass is a good place to start.] I can't say I'm not intrigued by a computer with a totally different form factor.
With the new year has come a renewed zeal to become a two-hat man again. While at the height of my powers I was able to practice up to five hours a day, my hands simply aren't cut out for that sort of abuse anymore. Since I don't have any concrete performance obligations looming outside of a half-program with Angela that doesn't have a set date, I for once have the luxury of basically organizing my practice however I want. If it weren't for my damn hands!
Didn't get around to doing this list, that's for damn sure! [1. Backdate the post, you say? And damage my journalistic integrity?] That's just because shit got heavy right at the end. Well, not really that bad. Not as much shuck and jive as last year, but much like the Yakuza I have the patience to wait.
I knew better than to even pretend that I was going to liveblog the AMS conference. You end up talking to people until 1 or 2 and there are papers you want to see at nine in the morning, a couple days of that and all you want when you get back to the hotel is quick and merciful sleep.
Something you may not have been aware of until this morning, MTV still deems itself capable of awarding quality music videos. I think this is a little disingenuous, but the event did provide the music industry's most recent talking point. I'm not going to link to it, since no link seems to last for more than mere nanoseconds but Googling "Kanye" should suffice. Even in an event that prizes spontaneity above all else, we can agree there is a difference between being edgy and being an asshole.
While I wasn't foolhardy enough to attempt a daily blog about the conference as some attempted, the previous large missive I guess wasn't enough to encompass everything involved as well as all the repercussions.
So much for my attempt at a La Monte Young/Terry Riley kind of title. The Second International Conference on Minimalist Music is almost a week into the past now, but that means I'm beginning to have a bit broader view of the proceedings. There are all sort of fiddly, bitchy things that I wish I would have done different (I likely could have gotten hours of tape about Julius Eastman) but the conference was everything I was hoping for and more. In my preparations for the event I at time was feeling like I had "maxed out" the academic literature on minimalism.
This last period of radio silence has been filled with all sort of interesting foibles which will hopefully make for some good writing.
The most pressing of these foibles is that I am presenting my paper "A Postminimal Analysis of Julius Eastman's Crazy N***er" at the 2nd International Conference on Music and Minimalism at UMKC this Thursday at 5.
Over a week late, but you know. My apologies to anyone who shares an eastern border with Iowa.